I come in different shapes and sizes
Different colors, occasionally with fragrances
Shrouded in wax from all sides
I am commonly know as candle light
The burning of wick makes me glow
Brightly with a beautiful halo
The wax ramparts melting in submission
Emitting gentle fragrance filling with passion
I witness the lovers professing their love
Brighten hearts by eliminating darkness
A part of meditation, reverence to God
A symbol of peace, bear witness to departed
So what if life is short, mine is shorter
Live it to the fullest, this is all that matters.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The life of a candle is a very powerful metaphor. It's destiny is to burn and shed light for others. Even while it is burning itself to naught, it remains unnoticed…